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NOTE:  2021 10 26  21H28 EST  The Only Eagerness Left - 

The Only Eagerness Left


To be honest, I don't know anymore.

My reasons to carry on keep diminishing

From view, and I try to hold on to them,

But the only thing that gives me feelings

Of a hopeful nature is that there'll be an end.

The only one capable of growing, it seems.

The rest, there's just nothing left for me.

It all feels irrational like beating a dead horse.

It all feels like a monumental waste of time

Trying to reconnect to any sort of dreams.

Add to it a body in decline way too early, making

Every simple thing additional mountains to climb.

The main theme of this is utter exhaustion

It takes too immense amounts of energy

To constantly try hard and fail hard at each turn.

There does come a point when enough's enough.


So, I can't wait to die

Is the cold of it.

I won't make it happen,

That's for sure, I can't.

But I eagerly wait for it.

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Written on 2021-10-27 at 03:36

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Very candid, very open, and very painful. Sending compassionate thoughts to the poet.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
The cold reality of your words hits home.

That someone as loved as you are (as we are) can feel such hopelessness, it isn't right, but what's "right" doesn't count for much.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I feel quite similar my dear friend. Hugs.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Grim, but well written.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A sad situation and state of mind. Having read your other poems published today, I am in two minds as to whether this expression of exhaustion is one brought about by what we can read directly in your lines, or caused by a conflict of emotions - of the heart - which you might be veiing. Whichever, or, indeed, whatever, your words moved me to feel some empathy. Please don't forget you have the fine gift of creating verse.